The artist that began her

Wings, lend wings for the cold, the clear!
What is far conquers what is near.
Roses will bloom nor want beholders,
Sprung from the dust where our flesh moulders.
What shall arrive with the cycle’s change?
A novel grace and a beauty strange.
I will make an Eve, be the artist that began her,
Shaped her to his mind!–Alas! in like manner
They circle their rose on my rose tree. – Robert Browning
Psalm 103:17-18
A spoon does not know the taste of soup, nor a learned fool the taste of wisdom. – Welsh proverb
♥ tiny rose buds
A wise woman builds her home, but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.Proverbs 14:1
Calibrachoa – “Million Bells”
“Aquarell” by Secret Garden
♥ a place to call home